108: The Quiet Moments
A sandy shore before the sea draws in. A sudden clearing in a forest of spruces. Towering mountains with thundering waterfalls and glimmering glaciers and heads immersed in clouds.
A bed after a long day.
Flowers and cakes and presents on a table. The neighbour picking guitar-strings on the balcony below, the afternoon sun pouring in through the windows, and doughnuts for two from the bakery at the corner of the street.
Steaming coffee wile the world lies coated in grey.
Faery lights strung up in a naked tree.
Your hair on the pillow when you lie next to me.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)
A bed after a long day.
Flowers and cakes and presents on a table. The neighbour picking guitar-strings on the balcony below, the afternoon sun pouring in through the windows, and doughnuts for two from the bakery at the corner of the street.
Steaming coffee wile the world lies coated in grey.
Faery lights strung up in a naked tree.
Your hair on the pillow when you lie next to me.
Written by: Katrine H. (@katrinehjulstad)
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